Andy goes down to the dungeon

Mandy walked Andy Brown down to the dungeon and stripped her naked. She bound the girl’s wrists to the overhead chains and let her weight pull those arms taut. Her thighs she spread with a metal bar, ankles clamped, cunt open to whatever came next. She started with two fingers, sliding them deep, then curling hard inside that wet heat. Andy gasped, then moaned, a raw sound that echoed off the stone. Mandy drove deeper, scissoring open, and pressed her knuckles just where the flesh grew swollen and tender. Each thrust pressed right into that sweet, brutal pressure the girl had begged for in whispers. The cuffs bit her wrists when she jerked. Every muscle strained and the chain above creaked. Mandy smiled, slow and sure of herself. She took the riding crop next, letting the leather lick along inner thigh, across slick lips, finally cracking sharp against a tight, swollen clit. Andy cried out, hips jerking forward like her body could chase more of that sting. Each strike brought a hot flush across the cunt, slick dripping down Andy’s thighs in long, slow trails. Sweat shone on her belly. Her nipples hardened into tight points, begging for touch, but Mandy gave them none. Instead she shoved the crop handle inside her cunt, fucking her with it in quick, shallow strokes before she pulled it free and whipped Andy’s ass with the same shaft, now slick with her own juices. Andy panted, voice gone hoarse, each breath breaking on the edge of another scream. She trembled between pain and want, cunt pulsing visibly, clit throbbing red and slick. Mandy watched that surrender with dark, greedy eyes. She knew how to make it hurt just enough to taste like pleasure, knew exactly when to give and when to take more.